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25 September 2013 @ 08:41 pm
Leigh!fic | Trouble In A Broom Cupboard (1/1) | Zacharias Smith/Astoria Greengrass  
Title: Trouble In A Broom Cupboard (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Zacharias Smith/Astoria Greengrass
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,100
Summary: Of all the broom cupboards in the whole of London, it was only fitting she'd be locked in one with Zacharias Smith, Unspeakable and supreme prat extraordinaire.
Author's Notes: This is just a little birthday present for my dearest elle_blessing. Happy birthday, my darling! I pulled the pairing and prompt from your Humpfest 2013 wishlist, but tweaked their backstory from their canon at PS. I hope you have the happiest of birthdays and hope you enjoy this. Love you, my dear! ♥

"Oh, bollocks."

"Thought pretty little ladies like yourself weren't supposed to use foul language?"

Astoria huffed and glared at the spot where the voice had spoken from -- not that her companion could see, but the effect was still there. It didn't matter that she'd been locked in a broom cupboard for the better part of an hour (or so she thought), her eyes had yet to adjust to the inky darkness surrounding them.

Of all the broom cupboards in the whole of London, it was only fitting she'd be locked in one with Zacharias Smith, Unspeakable and supreme prat extraordinaire. The same Unspeakable who, since their encounter at the White Chapel gala the previous month, she'd been unable to stop thinking about.

And it was infuriating.

"If you have nothing useful to contribute, Mr. Smith," she said in a clipped tone, "then it would behoove you to remain silent."

She could almost feel his smirk. It was a ridiculous notion, but Merlin be damned, it was true. Of course, the cupboard they'd found themselves locked in was no bigger than a shoe box. With the two of them flattened against opposite walls, there was nothing but a few scant inches separating them.

He chuckled then. "Where would the fun in that be, sweetheart?"

"I am not your sweetheart," she shot back, causing his amusement to grow. "Be careful with the licenses you take."

"Or what?" he asked in a voice rich with amusement. "You'll rip me up with your little kitty cat claws?" He paused. "I might like that."

Astoria felt a tic in her jaw. Her meeting with Lysander Montague had run over schedule -- though really, they'd finished "work" within ten minutes. The rest of their meeting had involved gossip, fashion, and wedding details. With the head of the Invisibility Task Force overseeing her next planned gala and marrying her best friend, there was always much to discuss.

And, while she would never admit it, Astoria had found herself lost when trying to leave the Ministry. It was the only reason her mind would accept for how she'd wound up here.

Near the Department of Mysteries.

Locked in a broom cupboard.

With Zacharias Smith.

Damn him.

"Face it, kitten," he said with all the ease of a man completely at his leisure -- as if he were enjoying their current situation. He was an indefensible arse, though, so that likely wasn't too far from the mark. "Until the cupboard decides to let us go, we're stuck here."

"And what is that supposed to mean? Until the cupboard decides?"

The shifting of cloth signaled his shrug. "You know how old magic can be, sweetheart --"

"-- Not your sweetheart."

He ignored her. "This close to the Department of Mysteries, things take on a mind of their own. Doors won't unlock, your wand can't get the job done."

"I imagine performance issues are quite a common event with you, Mr. Smith." Immediately, her cheeks colored. Daphne would be appalled to hear her jesting so freely -- and bawdily -- with a man of Zacharias Smith's reputation. It was not the way a Greengrass woman was taught to speak.

Her cousin could, ever so politely, stuff it.

"Never heard any complaints before," he replied easily. "Course, it might be waiting for us to do... something."

"Oh?" One manicured brow rose in question. "And what might you suggest? Dancing a jig?"

Zacharias chuckled again, a low rumbling that ran along her skin. Her body was keenly aware of his; the top of her head barely reached his chin, and with the closeness of the walls around them...

Well. It sufficed to say, Astoria could not help but think of anything but him. And that was a very bad thing.

"Don't think there's enough room for that sort of dancing, kitten." He moved towards her ever so slightly and planted a hand beside her head, braced against the wall. "Another sort of dance, maybe."

She swallowed and looked up to where his face was hidden. Her breathing shallowed at the thought of having an indiscretion with him here. Astoria had more than enough experience with hopping from bed to bed, but that had been years ago. She'd been young and reckless with a taste of the wrong sort of men.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem that she'd had enough of that taste, if she were truly even thinking about that. "No," she breathed on an exhale, reason taking hold over her traitorous body.

He heard the conflict in her tone and seized on it. "Are you sure about that?" Zacharias's head ducked down towards hers, close enough that she could taste the mint on his breath. She knew that if she reached up to touch his face, she'd feel the stubble from having missed a shave.

She knew if she did that, she was lost.

Reason fled, and her body acted on instinct. Turning her face up towards his, Astoria moved to close the gap between them...

...right as the cupboard door flew open and light flooded the tiny room.

"Smith?" A female voice, dripping with disdain, was like a cold bucket of water poured over her head. Astoria jerked back and hit the wall, pain jolting through her body when her elbow connected with the concrete.

"Come off it, you fuckwit. Get tired of confining your shags to your office?"

"McDonald." Now that her eyes had adjusted, Astoria could see who'd discovered them -- Auror Natalie McDonald, her hair a violent shade of pink not found in nature.

Zacharias rolled his eyes. "Charming as ever, Nat."

"C'mon, we're late for the briefing with Kingsley -- and he can chew your arse out this time." Without waiting for him to follow, she turned on her heel and stormed off towards the lifts.

He cast amused eyes down at Astoria, who was doing her best to not look at him as she collected her handbag and smoothed her skirt. "Saved by the bell, kitten." He ran a finger down her cheek and smirked. "To be continued."

"I wouldn't count on it." Brown eyes flashed irritably up at him. "This will not happen again."

Zacharias laughed. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart." Grabbing his wand from a shelf, he headed towards the lifts where his Auror partner was waiting. Pausing at the open doors, he glanced over his shoulder and blew her a kiss. "See you soon, Ms. Greengrass."

Astoria huffed as the lift doors slid shut.

She was so in trouble.

 
 
 
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Rozarka: zacharias: glance upthimble_kiss on September 26th, 2013 09:16 am (UTC)
I think this may be my favourite pairing that you write, and this was so sexy and cute, and Zacharias so deliciously bad! I always swoon at how you write him. And it was my birthday yesterday! So although this was for a different birthday girl, I'll just discreetly ride her shirttails a little bit. *g*

Leigh: typewriterleigh_adams on October 1st, 2013 02:26 am (UTC)
Oh, hun, thank you! And happy (belated) birthday! I didn't get notification it was your birthday, too -- in any case, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

It's funny, I don't really think of them as the way "I" write them. I base their characterizations off the way elle_blessing and numbaby wrote them at our RPG (with a few tweaks to make them just the teensiest bit different).

Happy birthday, darling! Thank you for reading! ♥
Elle Blessingway: HP!RPG: Astoria Contemplationelle_blessing on December 30th, 2013 04:42 am (UTC)
Somehow I missed this. Or just missed actually leaving a comment (cause if I'm remembering, I may have flailed at you on chats).

But in any case, love should have been left here. Because it was written for me and I LOVE IT. Like, seriously. You nailed the dynamic between these two. I love, love, loved the titillation, and the ending drives me crazy in a really awesome way. I'm left wanting MOAR. Because they were interrupted and we're not really sure if something would have happened!!

Ugh. I'm so sorry I didn't leave a comment. You're a super awesome peach and friend for writing me something for my birthday. I hope you know how much I appreciate you, and this, and everything.

LOVE LOVE!! THANK YOU!!

MUAH!
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